Niao Ni
Chapter 548: Formidable, Because of Determination
The palace maid stared at Fan Xian, who was covered in dust, her face filled with terror. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
With a soft "chi" sound, Fan Xian shifted his feet, darting forward eight steps in an instant. He thrust his sword out straight, hitting the palace maid squarely in the throat.
Blood splattered. Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, his wrist flicking, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand emerged again, stabbing out from under his armpit with a ghostly swiftness, piercing the throat of a eunuch.
He retreated three steps sharply, then pivoted on the toe of his left foot, spinning with a dancer's grace. The Emperor's Sword gleamed with cold light, tracing a chilling arc within a few feet of him as he turned.
Wherever that cold light touched, the awakened eunuchs and palace maids fell to the ground, collapsing into pools of blood.
His right foot slammed against the bluestone floor, cracking the stone slightly. Fan Xian's body, like a bird caught in a snare, was pulled violently backward in an unnatural posture, slamming hard into someone's chest, crushing their bones.
He lowered his head, and his right elbow shot out as if spring-loaded. The Emperor's Sword slipped from his grasp, hitting the chest of someone rushing at him from the right.
His bare right fist smashed out to the left, knocking the last person to the ground. With a thud, that person fell heavily, their head shattering like a watermelon before they could even react!
In an instant, eight people were dead!
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Fan Xian, who had stormed into Hangong Palace with such violence, didn't say a word. He unleashed his full power in silence. The Emperor's Sword and his domineering Zhenqi made him seem like a roaming spirit with boundless power, instantly snatching the lives of all the enemies in the room, without letting them make a sound!
His swordsmanship was inherited from Si Gu Jian, but it lacked Si Gu Jian’s relentless heavenly killing intent. Instead, it possessed the chilling coldness inherent in Shadow's nature.
His fist and palm techniques were inherited from the Ye family, but they completely lacked Ye Liuyun's carefree, sea-wandering spirit. Instead, they exuded the magnificent feeling naturally emanating from the domineering Zhenqi.
Killing like this, who could stop him?
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Besides those lying dead on the ground, the people in the side chamber consisted only of Consort Yi and her son, and Consort Ning. Consort Ning had come to see the Third Prince's injuries tonight, so she hadn't returned to her own chambers, which made things much easier for Fan Xian.
None of these three nobles could sleep tonight. So, when Fan Xian crashed into the palace like a divine being, they reacted immediately, watching his every move with rapt attention through the thin gauze curtains.
Even though they had faith in Fan Xian, they hadn't expected that the young Lord Fan would use such a violent method to kill all the internal court personnel guarding him in such a short period of time!
Lifting the gauze curtains, the three walked down, their expressions differing, but all containing a hint of shock. They felt that this Fan Xian seemed to be different from the Fan Xian before Da Dong Mountain in some ways.
Consort Yi's face was full of joy. Since Fan Xian risked his life to break into the palace to save her and her son, the worries she had expressed to Chengping earlier that evening were naturally unfounded. Being monitored in Hangong Palace, Consort Yi didn't know when she and her son would die. Seeing her savior suddenly appear tonight, her mind relaxed, and looking at the corpses and body parts all over the room, her legs weakened, and she nearly collapsed.
Third Prince Li Chengping supported his mother's body, looking at his teacher with grateful eyes, nodding forcefully, his eyes already moist.
They were deep within Hangong Palace. They didn't know how many guards were gathering outside, and the eunuch experts of the front palace were still there. Fan Xian knew that his violent raid, though successfully reaching the three, was still a dead end if he didn't rescue them.
So, he didn't say a word of nonsense to the Third Prince and the Consort, but said coldly, "Follow me, and break out!"
Breaking out was easier said than done. It was impossible for the two hundred men Fan Xian brought into the palace to control the entire harem. And as for the Imperial Guards at the Imperial City, no one knew if the internal purge could be resolved before the situation became critical.
Fan Xian pulled his longsword from the eunuch's body, glancing at the silent Consort Ning. Seeing a hint of gratification on her face, he couldn't help but smile and pulled out the black dagger from his boot.
The Third Prince's dagger was hidden in the bushes next to the Chen corridor. Seeing his teacher pull out a dagger, he assumed it was for his self-defense and, supporting his mother, wanted to take a step forward.
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian turned the dagger around and handed it to Consort Ning.
Consort Ning grasped the slender black dagger, and a heroic aura surged throughout her. After all, she was a female slave who had survived the Northern Expedition battlefield, and she hadn't forgotten the matters of iron and blood over the years.
Fan Xian didn't look at the three women and children again, wasting no time, he walked directly towards the door of the side hall.
This door didn't lead out of the palace, but to the front hall!
Yes, if breaking out of the palace was difficult, then it was better to break into the palace.
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With a palm pressed against the wooden door, without warning, the wooden door shattered as if it were made of paper, torn apart by countless powerful forces, flying everywhere!
Before the wood chips fell, Fan Xian's palm was stuck to a eunuch's palm. Fan Xian grunted, and all his Zhenqi rushed over. With just one exchange of palms, he already felt the eunuch's power. The imperial guards of the inner court were indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Hong Lao's eunuch's disciples and grandsons were indeed not to be trifled with.
Blood spurted out of the eunuch's face. His body was being ravaged by the domineering Zhenqi and couldn't resist it at all. However, his mission was only to delay Fan Xian for a moment to ensure that the experts in the front hall and the Empress Dowager were prepared.
Fan Xian didn't give him a chance to delay.
A cloud of smoke bloomed between the two palms, and poisonous mist forced its way toward the face of the highly skilled eunuch.
The eunuch's expression changed.
Fan Xian shook his right hand, and the longsword buzzed, slashing horizontally from high above his shoulder. This was the difference in strength. Under the joint attack of the domineering Zhenqi and the poisonous smoke, the eunuch had no energy to react, and could only watch the light flash through his eyes.
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Fan Xian flipped his left wrist and put the Emperor's Sword into his sleeve. Without looking at the eunuch expert again, he squatted down slightly and crashed over like a giant bird throwing itself into the forest.
He didn't crash into the path where countless experts were pouring in, but crashed directly into the wall of the side hall!
With a loud bang, the brick-and-wood structure of the wall was smashed into a large hole by him. Fan Xian ignored the safety of the three people behind him and dashed straight into the hole.
At this time, the eunuch expert who was standing stiffly at the door, his neck snapped with a "kacha" sound, his blood-stained head falling off!
Consort Yi and her son stared blankly at this scene. Consort Ning kept a straight face, holding the black dagger Fan Xian gave her, and led the frightened mother and son along the big hole. She guessed why Fan Xian was so anxious, why he wanted to smash through the big hole and enter the front hall. She also knew that before Fan Xian controlled the situation, the safety of the three of them was entirely entrusted to the dagger in her hand.
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What does a sudden attack need? It needs to be as fast as lightning, as unexpected as thunder in the plain. Fan Xian's actions tonight perfectly implemented this principle. From the moment he entered the harem until he was discovered by the guards, he and his subordinates suddenly accelerated, sweeping through the harem like a gust of wind.
He stepped on the stone railing, smashed the golden tiles, fell into the hall, and killed everyone. All of this happened in a flash. If calculated from the first cry of the guards, it only took him more than a dozen breaths to successfully kill his way into the core palace of Hangong Palace.
Truly lightning-like speed. Not only could the enemy not react, but even Fan Xian didn't give himself any time to think and judge. He relied on the intelligence he had collected about the palace over the years, on the eyes and ears in the palace, and on his extraordinary intuition that was more敏锐 than ordinary people, and just killed his way in!
Of course, this action relied most on the courage he lacked most in the past, the arrogance of being reborn in a desperate situation!
When Fan Xian killed his way into Hangong Palace at the fastest speed, the fifty or sixty sword handlers of the Sixth Bureau who followed him also dispersed into a fan shape in the darkness, surrounding Hangong Palace. It was just that the speed of these people was deliberately suppressed, and they just arrived at the outer periphery of Hangong Palace at this time.
Fan Xian calculated very accurately. Although he underestimated the reaction speed of the harem guards, these fifty or sixty sword handlers of the Sixth Bureau happened to block the imperial guards who had arrived at great speed.
The sword handlers of the Overwatch Council were good at killing people in the dark, while the imperial guards were the elite of Qing Kingdom's individual martial power. Although they were far less than the Long Saber Tiger Guards that Fan Jian secretly trained for the royal family, their martial power was still very powerful.
Outside Hangong Palace, fighting broke out everywhere. In an instant, swords clashed, and no one knew how many people were killed and how much blood was sprayed out. However, in just a few breaths, the circle formed by dozens of black-clothed sword handlers was forced to retreat a lot towards Hangong Palace.
But if you look closely, you should be able to see that the retreat of these sword handlers was not passive, but an active choice. Although they seemed to be killed by the guards and retreating steadily, they also narrowed the circle and tightly surrounded the main hall of Hangong Palace.
The smaller the defense circle, the greater the rebound force. Many people had already fallen on the field, but the black-clothed assassins also blocked the main gate of Hangong Palace. If the people inside wanted to escape, it would be extremely difficult.
And don't forget, Hangong Palace was not peaceful at this time.
This was exactly the tactic that Fan Xian formulated: surround with turbulence on all sides and bloom in the center. The loyal subordinates of the Overwatch Council relied on the darkness to deal with the increasingly numerous imperial guards, while in the central hub of the entire imperial palace, in Hangong Palace, a bright and poisonous flower was about to bloom.
This flower must be held in Fan Xian's fingers.
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The palace turmoil had just begun, and the reactions of the guards and the experts of the inner court were extremely swift, but the nobles in the palace did not have this ability. The old maids of Hangong Palace opened their sleepy eyes, cursing silently a few times, but they didn't know what was happening outside.
Some nimble little palace maids heard the coughing sounds on the bed and quickly got up to help the actual female master of Qing Kingdom up from the bed.
The Empress Dowager had been having headaches these past few days, and a yellow silk thread was tied around her forehead. She leaned wearily in the palace maid's arms, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.
The elderly had poor hearing, so she didn't hear the loud noise made when Fan Xian smashed through the roof of the side hall, nor did she hear the sound of Fan Xian killing eight people in an instant. But this old woman had lived in the palace for many years and had seen countless storms. Her immersion in politics and conspiracies made her immediately alert.
A cold light flashed in her pupils, and she suddenly sat up from the palace maid's arms and shouted sharply: "Close the palace gate! Everyone retreat inside!"
The Empress Dowager's reaction was extremely quick. Since she guessed that there was turmoil in the palace, she wanted to concentrate all her martial power and surround herself. She knew her worth. Since the enemy had entered the palace, she was naturally the first target.
This reaction was the same as when she first heard the news of her son's death, simple and precise, and had to be admired.
It was just that she was destined to be disappointed tonight, because before she could gather her forces, someone had already killed his way into the heart of Hangong Palace!
Just as the sound of the first confrontation between the guards and the Sixth Bureau sword handlers rang out outside the hall, a loud noise suddenly came from the rear wall of Hangong Palace!
Bricks and wood flew around, a hole suddenly appeared, and a black figure flew out of the hole, like a blue dragon walking in the night, instantly swept across the air, and pounced straight at the Empress Dowager's phoenix bed!
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The closest distance between houses is not the distance between doors, but the wall - two rooms seem to be very far apart, but sometimes they are only half a foot thick wall apart. As long as you pass through the wall, the ends of the earth will be close at hand.
It's just that how many people in this world can be like Fan Xian, who can transport the domineering congenital Zhenqi to his whole body, and use the pure mental method of Tianyi to protect his heart veins, so as to prevent the domineering Zhenqi from backlashing, so as to turn himself into a big iron hammer and directly smash the thick wall!
Fan Xian, dressed in black, rushed towards the Empress Dowager with the momentum of wind and thunder!
Along the way, there was a tearing scream in the air, which showed how terrifying his speed had been increased to.
From the hole in the wall to the bed where the Empress Dowager was sitting, there were four zhang distance.
On this route, the old maids or palace maids who were just brushing against the edge of Fan Xian's clothes were震倒 on the ground by the domineering Zhenqi挟着 in every detail of his body! Their clothes were disheveled, and they were震倒 by the crazily奔地震 blood!
At this moment, the eunuch experts who had been staying in the Empress Dowager's palace finally launched their attack! Four bursts of shouts! Four withered hands grabbed towards Fan Xian's rapidly突进 body, like old trees blooming, to bind the giant dragon in the forest!
In the four withered and old hands, I don't know how many years of pure Zhenqi have been trained. If the Empress Dowager sits safely in the palace without her own powerful martial power to protect her, how dare she use Consort Ning's life to threaten the eldest prince who holds heavy troops?
After hearing the sound of the wall tearing open like paper, the Empress Dowager had already turned her head and happened to see this scene. Her eyes were cold and full of confidence. It seemed that Fan Xian, who was like a god at this time, would become a corpse in the next moment.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Fan Xian did not decelerate, but the momentum he was carrying on his body disappeared completely at this moment, as if the whole person had suddenly disappeared in mid-air.
His body was still flying, but the aura of domineering Zhenqi on his body was all restrained, and the whole person seemed extremely gentle, extremely submissive, and extremely serene.
From extreme domineering to extreme gentleness, these two completely different Zhenqi unexpectedly appeared on one person at the same time in an instant!
The pupils of the four powerful eunuch experts shrank slightly, and they felt very horrified. In their lives, they had not only never seen it, but also never heard of anyone who could cultivate such two Zhenqi with extremely conflicting natures to the peak.
Moreover, these two Zhenqi methods are obviously the world's top masterpieces!
Although they were shocked in their hearts, their hands did not slow down, and their confidence did not diminish. These were the four strongest among the inner court experts led by Hong Gonggong, and they had always been responsible for protecting the Empress Dowager's safety.
They believed that no matter how powerful Fan Xian was, it was impossible to ignore the joint attack of the four of them.
Yes, Fan Xian is not a Grandmaster, but he is the second fastest person in the world in small body techniques. Back then, on the grassland, Haitang's sword tip could not pierce his tumbling body, let alone now that his temperament has changed and he has gradually integrated the two Zhenqi?
There is only one Wu Zhu in this world.
Fan Xian's body suddenly shrunk in the air, his left knee raised, his right shoulder twisted, and his body trembled, miraculously deflecting his body in mid-air where there was no place to borrow strength.
It was just a trembling for a moment, and a slight deviation in position.
The first withered hand grabbed Fan Xian's right shoulder, but it seemed to grab a cloud, without any strength.
The second withered hand grabbed Fan Xian's left arm, but it grabbed the sword tip that he was slyly hidden in his sleeve. The sword tip裂袖而出 and劃 out a long cut on the palm of the hand containing pure Zhenqi, revealing the white bones inside. The fresh blood was stimulated by Zhenqi and all spurted out, staining half of Fan Xian's body with blood.
The third withered hand grabbed Fan Xian's right knee and tore off a piece of clothing.
But the fourth withered hand... missed, and only grabbed one of Fan Xian's shoes!
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Seeing this scene, a cold light flashed in the Empress Dowager's pupils, and before the cold light receded, a cold light耀 out!
Like a gust of wind, the sword in Fan Xian's left hand was already resting on the Empress Dowager's neck.
Fresh blood dripped down from Fan Xian's torn sleeve, dripping on the Empress Dowager's clothes, dripping on the Empress Dowager's face.
Fan Xian's face was pale, a trace of blood溢 out from the corner of his mouth, and half of his body's black clothes were soaked in blood. After all, he was injured by the four eunuchs, but his eyes were still extremely firm, using the cold sword tip to cool the hearts of everyone in Hangong Palace.